The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1887-08-20

ears, and my hat set we'll Gown upon his
head, he had coolly called for the guard
and made good his escape in broad day
light with none TO stop him or to bid him
! stay. OF course l told my story. But no.
body believed it 1t was too strange TO be
true they said, poor foolsi When will
people ever learn that there is nothing 30
strange as truth? | raved and beat my
| prison walls, but all to no purposes was
! laughed at Even had the prison officials
/ believed me, they would not have admitted
it. For their good names sake 1t would
never do to let so wild tale be verified.
Il had wife and child. / wrote to my
wife, stating the condition / was III, and
| begged her to lay the case before the peo-
| pie. There was no answer. | believe my
! letters never saw the outside Of the prison
walls.
Virtually | was dead to the world. To
all intents and purposes | was lost-my
identity sunk in that of the wretch who had
so cleverly escaped.
| 1t is a strange story" said the Warden.
| as the ex-convict paused, a strange story.
| 1T may be strange. This much l know
| it is true"
Granted. But as he skipped out with
| your belongings 1t Is no more than fair that
| YOU should have what he left behind him.
! There packet sealed, with his name on
| fact, l am in duty bound to give it into your
| possession"
Let me have everything that was his, )"
cried the ex- convict. The day must come,
it shall come, when | can avenge my
| wrongs"
| The official unlocked a safe that stood
near his elbow, and after n little search
| fished out thin. fiat parcel, which. after a
careful inspection, he placed IN the con-
vict's hands
There it is. | only nope it may prove
a club of tremendous size, and that you
may know how to use it to the best adyan-
/ tage at the right time.
That much must be taken for granted, 3"
cried No. TO-" grasping the parcel. His
| punishment is a foregone conclusion. |
must have still some years yet left of life. |
will dedicate them to my revenge. Only
let me find him.
The Warden nodded sagely.
Yes, assented the official, that is is
first catch your hare"
| The wicked never die. If he is alive
shall see him again somewhere some
| time.
Il hope SO, returned the Warden, en-
| phatically. In the meantime what will
you do for money? Cash, you know, is
the lever that moves the world. You can
without lubricator in the shape of cash
to oil the cogs of justice.
| True. But | can earn it. "
That amt what | asked you"
No. 10 pushed back from the table and
rose from his chair. His deadly pale face
had a tense expression, his dark eyes were
bright and glittering.
Il had money enough when | entered this
prison. But the man who stole my liberty
| appropriated my other valuables likewise.
But | do not despair. My wants are not
numerous shall find a way to provide
for them"
The Warden rose to his feet and tip
toed to cupboard in one corner of the
room. From this cupboard he took purse.
Look here. No. TO-" said he, quietly.
You are a sort of protege of mine, and I'm
going to supply your wants myself for a
while. Take this, and repay me when you
can"
The ex- convict trembled like an aspen
You are too kind-too kind"
Don't mention it. And while we are
about it you'll find a new suit Of clothes
hanging on chair in my bedroom. Sup
pose you step in there and try the garments
on. They were purchased for your use.
No. 10" said not word, but complied
with the Wardens hint, presently emery
ing and standing before his benefactor q
changed man indeed
I'm ready now to go" said the ex-con-
Wet, holding out his hand. viii you say
good-by and wish me God speed?"
Indeed | will, cried the Warden, heart
lily, and may good luck 90 with you"
Some time | will repay your loan, said
NO. 10, +" as their hands met III farewell
clasp.
Take your time"
They shook hands silently. The door
opened, closed, and a moment later NO
10" stood alone in the street.
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